Risk

Shrug off an expecting of something else
Noticed, but can't place -
Turn back, secret smile for an image
Or ideal that forgetting would be so hard -
I know the truth, but sometimes want

Don't look up, head down
Don't -

Wrong, on so many counts, and maybe
Not even right at all
A focus slips through me
My guily pleasure
Hurts

If I look up, I can't help
I will look at you
Beautifully wrong
Wanting -

So long, songs I could imagine
We move so close
And a reality would only emerge
When I made myself.

Bitten lip
For you, and this feeling.

Troddon anticipation - oh forbidden smile
I know you'll soon leave
Sensible.

Break - a glance, again
Dark eyes.
Turn head before I find anything new
Left -

Wanting.